Sandy putting her foot on top of the man's head.
'Kiss the floor under my boots,' she commanded. He did.
Paul didn't understand what was happening to him. He felt his prick twitching at the sight of the degraded man. He obviously enjoyed being used by a woman. Sandy was a perfect choice for that. Dominant, tall, regal and haughty, she could command attention easily. Her use of the whip and her words added to the perverted scene.
Farley kissed the floor under Sandy's boots until she released him.
'Sit up and beg me for mercy.' As the man struggled to get up, Sandy jerked him down to the floor again and coldly told him, 'You weren't fast enough. It doesn't matter anyway. I hate it when my slaves lie to me!'
'No, mistress!' Farley protested. 'I am sincere! I'll do anything you want me to!'
'A likely story.' She flicked her wrist and the whip uncoiled. She snapped it in the air. 'All right, prove it to me. Start kissing my boots and work up my body. I want you to kiss my clit!'
The man trembled like a racehorse in a starting gate. He dropped to his hands and knees and began licking and kissing her black leather boots. He worked up the insides to her knees and then ran his tongue all around the rim of the boots. At her knees, he came to her skirt. With a quivering voice, he asked, 'What about your skirt, mistress?'
'Dumb asshole!' She began to beat him with the whip. Paul watched in fascination as the whip rose and landed with a thud on the man's back. Farley flinched but made no outcry. That was against the rules.
'Please, mistress, I don't know what to do! Order me and I'll do your biding. But please tell me!'
Paul snapped another picture as Sandy continued to beat the man. The whip rose and fell in short arcs. He doubted if the pain was all that great; it was a mental mind-fuck the woman was after. As far as Paul was concerned, she had achieved it perfectly. Charles Farley was totally under her power and even begged her for more.
'Use your Goddamned tongue and pull the zipper on my skirt down. Get me naked!'
She whipped him faster now. He eagerly rose and ran his tongue under the metal tab of her zipper. She turned slightly so that the man would be able to get his tongue around the zipper. When his lips closed on it and he pulled, Sandy's face lit up with expectation. Paul knew she was getting off on this dominance trip, just as Farley was getting his rocks off being dominated. He took another picture of Farley holding her zipper in his teeth. He got a nice shot of her panty-clad ass flaring out over the rim of her skirt.
For a second, the scene in the room seemed to freeze. Farley caught his breath and held it, amazed at the woman's perfect body. Long ivory legs met in a dark vee between her legs. He could barely make out the thick pussy-fur under the silk panties. A tiny tuft of cunt-hair stuck out over the top of her bikini-panties.
'God,' Farley gasped. And he was rewarded with a severe lashing for that single word.
'No more talking, slave!' she commanded. 'I gave you an order. Carry it out immediately!' She wielded the whip with fury now. The strokes actually cut through the man's coat and left it in tatters. Neither of them seemed to notice this though. He flinched with every whip stroke but didn't appear to show any pain.
He ran his tongue back to the top of the woman's calf-hugging boots. Licking and lapping, he worked his way up the inside of her tender thigh. Paul could see the spittle the man left behind. It glowed in the harsh light of the room. Sandy parted her thighs a little bit for him, but made no move to pull her panties down so that he could really lick her cunt as she had ordered.
He came to the bulge of her pussy-mound and hesitated. She beat him harder with her whip. 'Why are you stopping? Lick my cunt, damn you, you flaming asshole. Do you only suck men's pricks? Is that it? You don't know what to do with a woman's cunt? Get those panties off and stuff your tongue all the way up my cunt!'
The man hastened to obey. He didn't use his hands to pull her panties down. He worked his tongue under her leg on one side, then pulled the thin fabric into his mouth so that he could get his teeth into it. He began puffing her panties down until Paul wondered if the man's teeth might not come loose from the strain. The act of getting her panties dawn over her womanly ass required great strength.
But Farley managed.
Paul gasped when he saw Sandy's crotch. It was black and curly and already dotted with tiny dewdrops of love-oils from her pussy. The man quickly snapped another picture as Farley ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh and stopped just short of her pussy.
'Why are you stopping there?' the woman cried out. She lashed his shoulders and back with the whip until even Paul cringed. The beaten and whipped man seemed hardly to notice. His tongue rolled out and he panted in desire. Paul guessed the pain was getting his jollies by allowing the woman to beat him and urge him on.
Farley didn't reply. His tongue came out and lightly touched the woman's pussy-lips. Flicking his tongue against her cunt-flaps, he slowly pressed downward and between the woman's legs until his head was buried. Paul saw the look of sudden suspense and arousal on Sandy's face. He guessed the man's tongue had invaded her asshole.
She turned slightly and clenched her buttocks together. She tensed her ass-cheeks around his hard driving tongue.
The man slurped and lapped at her asshole as if sucking the shit from her. Paul got a good picture of the expression on Sandy's face as Farley moved back, parted her cunt-lips with the tip of his tongue, then speared deeply into her pussy. Her cunt seemed to convulse as the man started tongue-fucking her.
She didn't beat his back and shoulders as rapidly or as hard as she had at first. The man seemed to dislike this and stopped licking and tongue-fucking her cunt. He looked up with inquiring eyes.
'You're slowing down,' she accused. 'Don't you dare disobey me. Lick my pussy! And do it good!'
As soon as he buried his face back into her snatch, she took two quick steps backwards. He fell forward onto his face. He thrust one hand out to catch himself. Quick as a flash, Sandy kicked his hand from under him and he smashed face first into the floor.
She placed her foot on his neck and coldly told him, 'You aren't pleasing me. You aren't being the kind of a slave I really want. I think I'll call this whole thing off and send you running home to mommy.'
'No, please, mistress, please, not that!' the man moaned from his prone position. 'I'm trying to do what you want. It's not easy. You have to discipline me constantly if I'm to learn to do it right.'
'Yes, I can see that you're a fucking asshole… and stupid, to boot,' she said, as if considering his words seriously. 'You're not good enough to lick my pussy. I want you to jack off for me. I want to see that pitiful organ you call your prick.'
She removed the boot from his neck and allowed him to rise. He fumbled out his erection and held it in his hand. The purpled knob of his prick stuck up past the index finger of his hand. He began a slow, rhythmic motion to jack himself off.
'Keep fucking yourself, cocksucker,' she said. Her eyes gleamed brightly.
When she stroked the leather whip along the entire length of the man's prick, Paul took another picture. He only had a couple of exposures left and he wanted to make them good ones. The pictures he'd already taken were classics and he knew he wouldn't have any trouble at all either with Sandy or with Charles Farley. But he wanted to make sure. The more good pictures he took, the better he could blackmail them.
The woman dragged the whip all over the sweating man's face. She outlined his head with the butt end of the whip, then thrust it into his mouth. 'Suck my whip,' she ordered him. The wildness in the man's eyes showed Paul that she was getting hotter and hotter. Whatever else Sandy may have been, she was completely expert at getting Farley's rocks off.
His hand beat up and down on his cock with a single-mindedness that told of his supreme arousal. His prick leaped and bucked around in front of his crotch as the whip moved slowly in and out of his face. Face-fucked by a whip handle while he beat himself off.
The man could hardly stand it! 'You're doing fine, slave,' she told him. 'For a complete shit-head. I've never seen a cocksucker so stupid before. How can you tolerate yourself when you look in the mirror?'
She put a foot on the man's shoulder and gave him a view of her wet pussy. Her cunt-oils oozed down the inside of her leg. Her tits rose and fell faster now as her excitement mounted.
Paul got a beautiful picture of this scene. He almost shot his wad, too, as he clicked merrily away. The sight of Farley sucking her whip was a turn-on for Paul. But the way Sandy stood made his cock hard and ready to spurt. Her leg was still booted in leather and her cunt was visible.
She moved the whip back and forth sensuously, as if it were a prick she had stuffed into Farley's face. He
